REAL SUMMARY:
Suppose you were so beautiful that people mistook you for a superstar, a model. So beautiful that strangers went out of their way to catch a glimpse of you and shopkeepers offered you things freely. Hinamori Amu is that girl. Trapped by the feelings she evokes in other people, she steers through life alone. Boys are either too intimidated to approach her or think she should reward their compliments with her attention. Then she catches the attention of the baddest boy in the school. And that's when the battle really starts...

A/n: I already know what you're thinking. "OMG, WHY THE HELL IS THE PROLOGUE SO SHORT? LAZY ASS AUTHOR." Actually, its not my fault that if I continue, that it wouldn't be a prologue anymore. (: Just a little note I thought would help the situation.

Oh! And plus the fact that this introduction could be a little.. meh. Boring and annoying, I guess e.e But just bare with me for a while, D:

AND WE ALL KNOW HOW THE CREDITS GO, IF YOU DON'T, OH BOO HOO. If you do, and also agree that its so annoying and somewhat cheesy, AMEN.

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My name is Hinamori Amu.

She was in a neighborhood named Sam Chung in Seoul, at the designer shoe store. She smiled somewhat lightly to the sign. Girl in Heels.

"How may I help you?" A woman asked, smiling professionally at the girl sitting on the chair, silently admiring her perfection. Even though in the face the woman seemed to look casual, inside she actually felt her heart beating in excitement. It wasn't everyday a star this beautiful would walk into her shop like that. Or so she thought.

"What do you think of this design? Would you like to try them on?" A pair of light pink high heels sat on her hands, intriguing the girl. But she kept that curious expression hidden underneath her indifferent design of a facade. She only nodded.

There was a silence, comforting, while she slipped them on. She only smiled, aware that she had somewhat broken her indifference. No matter. It didn't affect her at all, after all, why should she care? She only stood up to look at herself in the mirror.

"Wow," The woman uttered, looking down at her feet and smiling approvingly. "They really look perfect on you."

Amu gazed at her reflection. I...

"It suits you so well."

...am seventeen now. A few days ago, I enrolled at Seiyo Academy. I'll be a first year in Class 3.

The woman smiled. She didn't even mind the wide range of high heels spread out on the floor. It was somehow worth it, to be able to see the satisfaction that lit up on the customer's face. Warming.

Ever since I was twelve, I told myself...

Amu realized that she could stand there all day, just admiring herself in the mirror, but she didn't mind. The sight of her promise coming true... she only kept staring.

"When I'm in high school, I'll buy myself a pair of heels."

Amu stared at the box in the woman's hands, in there contained the pair of high heels that she knew was just made for her. Only her. The woman looked up and smiled warmly, the way a caring mother would. The type of smile that asked for a smile back. Amu managed a slight nod.

"Oh, I almost forgot," The woman blushed and laughed softly, placing the box into a bag. "If the shoes don't fit, feel free to come back with them. I'm sure whoever whos working would be delighted to help you have them properly fit you."

Amu smiled and shook her head, knowing that she was sincere. "Thats alright, I think they fit nicely already."

"But...um..." The lady was obviously taken aback. "You must be a famous star, right?" She managed to fit another smile right down the middle of 'star' and 'right'.

Amu's face instantly hardened into her cold gaze. "You are mistaken."

"Oh, I apologize," The reply was instant, as if she had gone through this conversation before with another customer. "You're just so pretty, and... you wanted such high heels .." Amu already finished her sentence in her head.

"There is no need to apologize so much over something so insignificant." She said out bluntly before the worker could carry on with her overflowing sentence of flattery.

"Oh, I thought you hated being mistaken for a star." And yet, once again. Her answer was rushed out.

Amu sighed as she walked out the store.

Their excessive politness... is such a burden to me, to be honest.

The woman sighed as she watched the girl leave, her crimson pink hair trailing endlessly after her.

"I guess shes tired of having her beauty abused by so many people."

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A/n: AND... ITS DONE. Well. The intro, of course. I just want to see if this story will actually be read by people... if I don't get even one review. I'll probably drop it. /Yes, please notice the threat in this note...LOLOLOL.
Nah. I'd probably still continue it since I'm such a dork. But it doesn't mean you can't encourage me D: